Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
UT,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.